Bout It Bout It Cam'ron (Ft. Jim Jones & Master P)

[Verse 1 - Cam'ron]
I represent where them killers at
145th and Broadway. You get your head cracked
Get your legs snapped, arm-twist, ribs cracked
Wig tapped, "play fair!" Day care, kids napped
You think you real? Well, my posse is crazier
Your moms? Mobbing and raping her, Saudi Arabia
I'm 89 tho, Audi and Avias
Beef in N O, I had to call No Limit up
Baby MAC, baby Gat, shit to wake the baby up
Got my baby boo, cop the X5: that's a baby truck
Santana rolling big, Jimmy in the Caddy
Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati
In the double-O I represent the C-O
Please ho, Harlem World, 40th: that's me, yo
Clips, 11 off. Bricks, get 7 off
Snow so white only thing missing is 7 dwarfs

[Hook- Master P]
Killa Cam: you know he bout it, bout it
Jim Jones: you know he bout it, bout it
Freeky Z: you know he bout it, bout it
Santana: that boy bout it, bout it
Harlem World: you know they bout it, bout it
Diplomats: you know they rowdy, rowdy
145th and Broadway, them boys real
You know them boys they don't play